anions. They must be trained to feel that they are
responsible beings: let their reading be as various, their education as
comprehensive, as you would give to boys of their rank. You know that
ignorance is not innocence, and that some knowledge of the world is
necessary to all of us if we are to pass safely through it. I am glad
to hear that Jane so much resembles you, and that Alice is so like her
mother, and that you find their dispositions amiable and remarkably
sincere.

"I have told you that I have difficulties with Clemence in the matter
of truthfulness. She cannot bear to say or to do what she fancies will
be disagreeable or painful to any one. She fears, if she does so, that
she will not be loved; but I think I am succeeding in convincing her
that we must learn to bear pain, and occasionally to inflict it. When I
stood over her last night with a cup of bitter medicine she drank it
like an angel, and I said to her, 'My love, I taste this bitter taste
with you, and would rather that I had not to give it to you; but if I,
or any one whom you love, needs it, you must learn the courage to
present it.'

"Arnauld disobeyed my orders one day last week, and played with his
ball in the drawing-room, and broke a vase that I prized highly.
Clemence took the blame on herself, for she thought I should be less
displeased with her than with her brother; but she was not sufficiently
skilful to hide the truth. Her BONNE was enraptured with her
generosity, and embraced her with the EMPRESSEMENT which is so
ridiculous to your insular ideas; but Clemence saw that I was not
pleased.

"'Mamma,' said she, 'is it not right I should bear something for
Arnauld? I thought you would be so angry with him.'

"'More angry than he deserves?' said I.

"'No, mamma; but I thought he would feel it so much: and even if you
were as angry with me, and punished me as severely as you would have
chastised him, I should have felt that I did not deserve it.''

"'And that, on the contrary, you were very generous?'

"'Yes, mamma.'

"'Then Arnauld would have escaped altogether, and you would have borne
any pain like a martyr?'

"'But would not Arnauld have loved me for it?'

"'I do not know, Clemence,' said I, 'He knew, when he did the mischief,
that I would be displeased, and it is just and right that he should
take the consequences. A noble soul feels a certain satisfaction in
bearing deserved punishment, but it can never rejoice in the punishm